Dark Hurricane
Warning: The main character of this is an OC, and this is a massive crossover. I have taken every Mary Sue test I can get my hands on, so I really, really doubt that she is a Mary Sue. In the case that she becomes one, I will delete this and start over again to prevent any prolonged suffering. Many people avoid crossovers because they are random, and many don't work. I'm trying to make this one make at least some sense, so I do believe it might be different than your average one. That said, this is AU. I try not to get too involved in the main plots of the series, but if I do, I'll try not to mangle them. You have my word!
Just to clarify, for just this chapter (well, prologue), the speaking will be plain text with no quotation marks, and description in italics and present tense. Mental speaking (picture Ichigo talking with Zangetsu, or Naruto with Kyuubi) is in italics, with Sangredo being bolded. Just 'cause he's special. Everything else past this will be a bit more conservative. :P Erm, read and review? I'm extremely nervous at putting this up on , primarily because it 1) is a crossover, which people tend to look down on, 2) is incredibly complicated at times, due to me editing it in my head, 3) has a rather powerful, original character as its protagonist, and finally 4) has been my insanity drived daydream for three years. It was originally spawned of my obsession for Sesshomaru, and I decided to pull a self-insert into the Inuyasha plot, gloat for a few days and then forget it. This is the result:
Disclaimer: I do not claim the works of any of the series mentioned in this story. That said, if I did, I'd probably turn this into a manga and an anime. :D But I don't, which is good, because I suck at drawing anyway.
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"Sometimes, when your struggles mean nothing against the greater darkness, you must accept the darkness in your own heart."
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Movement, flickers of sound and colour traveling to the peak. An ironic name for this place: Mountain of the Divine Wind. And she is so, so far from divine, it amuses her even now. She had been in the service of one who wanted to be as a god, and one who longed for the immortality of a divine being. She would have, if her birth had been normal, and the circumstances been different, become a god of sorts in her own right. As it is, the name of this place haunts her, keeps her from consigning her memories to those who would be all too willing to take them. The movement comes closer; she decides to speak, hearing her voice for the first time in a while.
So, someone has found me. Finally; I would have thought I had left enough clues already for you mortals. What? You don't know who I am? So you're just some idiot who decided to climb the Mountain of the Divine Wind? Heh. I would applaud your foolish bravado if I had hands, and if I had ever wanted to praise a human. Don't go calling me a god or spirit either; I'm not. What am I, then? Well, I suppose it's difficult to speak to a swirling tempest, and it takes too much energy to talk like this anyway. So, lucky you, you get to see me manifest. Behold a sight that hasn't been seen for nearly a thousand years. If anyone tells you different, don't listen to him; he's a pompous idiot that likes to gloat over having a better grasp of numbers than I do. Where was I? Oh yes, manifesting.
An overwhelming surge of feeling: senses, not remembered until now, awakening at last, as the body is formed. A familiar one and the one she had worn most recently, if not the one he would look favourably on. Light blue fur, stained with white, flame-mark patterns that glow and then fade into invisibility, before glowing once more. A roughly canine shape, slender and lightly built, with her head reaching to an average human's shoulders. A crystalline horn, translucent and a slightly darker shade of blue than her fur, with tendrils of what looks like bone wrapping around it. A ring of bone encircles her neck, while on each paw, a spiral, seemingly of the self-same bone loops around, ending with a spike jutting out to the outer side. Gold eyes; the exact same shade as the eyes of the one who she had once willingly called her brother. More bone 'ornaments': a row of small spikes jutting out from her spine and two long, thin spikes that extend from her neck and follow her jaw line, to taper at her muzzle. The most important, perhaps: a faded scar on her left shoulder, nearly obscured by her fur.
Such strange things have happened to her when she had been changed like this. Perhaps the reason he hated it so was because he could not change so much, to be equal with her once more. And she just represents a symbol of what he must leave behind to become truly daiyokai; a demon lord. Let him build his empire alone, then. She would ignore the stinging of guilt if not for a peculiar promise she had made so, so long ago. In a place where everything was white under the eternal night sky.
What's that weird look you're giving me? I'm not impressive enough? Go to hell. Or rather, I've been there, so perhaps it is best not to broach that. Leave if you think you're old enough to comment on my appearance, youngling. If you thought I'd be larger, guess again. I am not a god, not a demon, not anything you can care to name. What I am is an outcast. I am the wind; not a wind spirit, god or whatever else, the wind. As in, the pure essence of it. I am... a number of things. Rather dizzying to list them all. On a side note, being small is better than being so massive that your shadow swamps the land. The self-same pompous idiot also had a true form that was immense. So, he had to squeeze all his energy into a pathetic humanoid form so he wouldn't step on me. See? I have no problems with that sort of thing.
She is rambling; she knows this, but feels she has the right to after to many years. She feels velvety wings enfold her, though nothing can be seen. It is something she had become quite familiar with in the past. She cuts off abruptly and half-closes her eyes. A voice, someone she has not heard for a long, long time, echoes in her head.
"Well, well, Suicune. It's been a while, hasn't it? I almost thought you've forgotten how to manifest. A nice choice of form by the way... Are you still mad at him for rejecting you like that?"
"Shut up, Sangredo. You know how I stand on that: don't even mention him."
"Yet you think of him all the time, don't you? You know, I could kill him for you, if you wish. Better to have peace than be in turmoil, as delicious as your rage is."He was her sin, and inexplicably, one of her saviours when she had been determined to die and take her most-recent captor with her. Even older than she was, and a fount of information, whether she wanted it or not. She owed much to him, and perhaps he was the reason she could still keep going. Strange to think of someone who hitched a ride in her body and fed on her emotions as fond of her, but it was the truth. A truth she had tried to shy away from back in –
"Dwelling in your thoughts again? A bad habit when you're entertaining guests. Go and kick him off your territory, if you like. Or..."
"Or what?" A chuckle in her mind – she felt him grinning. "Bastard."
"Or you could tell your tale already. It's high time; only I know it, after all, and I'm you. You might as well stop sulking about being left alone like this: he knows you are up here, but he's too afraid to come. Or he doesn't care. So why don't you indulge in some old-fashioned story telling? If you don't like the human's reaction, you can always kill him later." His grin widened, even though it was obscured by the mask. "I even thought of a perfect name!"
She was dreading this. "...What is it?"
"Dark Hurricane, of course. Isn't it fitting?"
She snarled at him, baring her fangs in a gesture that she hadn't done in far too long. "One day I'll go into a coma, find you, and rip you into pieces!"
"But I'm so much more powerful; it'd be quite difficult. Besides, it wouldn't change what you've gone through, after all. Which is why the name. Water and wind; that's a hurricane, of course. And you've been tainted by darkness, so only an idiot would ever even consider you pure. No wonder you lost the ability to clean water."
"Thank you for the compliment, oh great devourer of light. Might I remind you that I am your superior, as you were once human? Then your soul was left there, and you turned into a lowly mindless beast."
"That was so long ago, I forgot it. Besides, I am only your inferior if you apply demonic thinking, and neither of us are demons. No rummaging through my memories, Suicune-san!"
"Hmph, - san now? What's with the honorific all of a sudden? Are you trying to win me over?"
"... Who said I was trying to win you over? Now, what parts are you planning on omitting?"
"Who said I was going to omit anything?"
"The sudden spike of guilt and shame. Quite delicious, but not enough to expand your power. Maybe we should search for one of the remnants from Sound, so you can grow in strength?"
"Shut up about that! They're all dead anyway."
"I suppose so... So you're going to omit Sound? And him? What about me?"
"Sure, why not? You're a pain as it is."
"No fair! I'm one of the most important things that has happened to you! If you omit all three, there won't be much of a story left to tell!"
"Exactly."
"So we've decided that you are going to tell the story, and now I'm just trying to prevent you from killing all the details."
He has her trapped with that, and she already knows he'll force her to tell the whole thing. He's a part of her, and they are both cursedly stubborn. "Bastard. Did I ever tell you how much I prefer you to Fuego?"
"No, but I sensed it. Mmm, your gratitude sure tastes sweet..."
"Shut up and stop distracting me so I can begin." she grumbles, and feels him wrap her in his wings. The human in front of her becomes hazy, as if she's seeing him through smoke. Sangredo's support, and calm confidence is enough to give her the courage to begin, starting with the simplest statement she could think of.
Like I said, I was an outcast. Now, mortal, you have a choice: listen to my tale, or get thrown all the way down this mountain, where I'll have the pleasure of watching you splat like an insect.
"Oh, very diplomatic. Listen or die? It's so like you I'm surprised that he doesn't feel it from wherever he is at the moment. The scar's not totally burned away, right?"
"Just be silent, or I'll give my emotions to them!"
"You know that's not fair." he whines, but she can sense his amusement. "It's good to have you back in the real world, little sister." He does finally fall silent, and she lets him feel her rush of strained affection; and shame. The one who had always been beside her before, her brother, in a way, had never called her that. Finally, she hears the human in front of her say something, and she is forced back from her thoughts.
What was that? You'll stay? Excellent. Somehow, I just knew you would pick that option. I believe everything started with a well...
AN: There, prologue done. And I do know that it makes it all mysterious and confusing, but that's my aim. :D Anyway, things might start making sense in a few (long) chapters, but right now, if you aren't me, it'll be very hard to determine just what the whole prologue was about. Anyway, a virtual cookie each to the first five people who guess right which four popular series I'm going to use for this! XD Here are some hints:
1. - Rather obvious; look at the main character's name and you've got it. Especially considering what my previous fanfictions are about? Also, the first paragraph might give a tiny nudge.
2. - Mentioning the well, an arrogant guy with gold eyes and an immense 'true form'.
3. - The (capitalized) name of a place from this series. Known for a very ruthless and, quite frankly, evil at its best (or worst) leader. Also hinted at in the first paragraph, mentioning that same leader.
4. - Rather subtle, this time. Sangredo is... something that's supposed to be evil. Poor Suicune's got all that random bone on her head because of him. Also him being turned into "a lowly mindless beast" a long time ago. Also mentioned in the first paragraph, someone with a god complex?